Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 679, Section 47: The Emperor prepared a lavish banquet for the distinguished vigilant.
The eldest daughter was stripped of all self-awareness.

The soul cast into the highest heavens carried no great power; this was a prerequisite for her "switching sides." She could not bring the "mark" of her previous job to the new company.

Given that the eldest daughter's position in the Death faction is essentially equivalent to that of a CEO or CFO, if she retains even a trace of the power of death when she "transfers" to the Holy Light faction, it will directly trigger a "catastrophic" clash of forces in the High Heavens.

Fortunately, this truth surgery was performed by Diakum himself.

He was very confident in his skills and could fully ensure his eldest daughter's "purity" at this moment.

Zera, the Mother of Light, who had received advance notice and was waiting for her "new colleague" in the anteroom of the High Heaven, was dumbfounded. She stared in disbelief at the weak soul that was falling from the sky like a shooting star.

Although the other party possessed no great power and was merely a very pure and weak soul, whose strength was even weaker than those holy spirits outside the gates of the High Heaven who were struggling to climb the long ladder of faith, Zera, as a powerful figure in the realm of holy light, did not even need to perceive it in detail to understand her eldest daughter's former status from her consciousness.

Good guy!
One true God!!!
Zera couldn't help but swear at this moment.

Diakum only said he would recruit some "talents" for the High Heavens in the Shadowlands, but you didn't say that your first recruitment brought over the "Eternals" from the Death faction!

Although Zera knew that the Eternals were very weak in combat, being "gods" who were as weak as water, she still said that at their level, it was no longer just about numbers.

Numerical monsters without any mechanics cannot go far in the realms of lesser and true gods; the most obvious example is Dimensius.

The Devourer of All Realms has already surpassed most of the Void Lesser Gods in terms of power, but so what?
Every time he encounters Sargeras, he is mercilessly annihilated by his numerical value. Dimensius is now risking his life to devour Diakum's Eclipse power, just to advance from a "numerical monster" to the perfect state of "mechanics + numerical monster".
As an eternal being of the Death faction, a powerful figure who has reached the rank of "True God," even if the eldest daughter's combat strength is weak, she is still a top-tier "mechanical monster" in this universe and the six major realms.

Although she could no longer become the "duty-bearer" she was best at in the Holy Light camp, and even if such a weak soul embraced the Holy Light and was reborn in the High Heavens, it would be impossible for her to regain her former strength in less than tens of thousands of years.

This is the true God!

It's not some roadside cabbage.

What's worse is that the eldest daughter only brought her "status" with her; otherwise, she was essentially "reincarnated and reborn."

This means that before she walks her own path in the Holy Light and ascends to godhood again, her fighting power is even inferior to that of Kazzak, who is guarding the gate, and for a long time afterward, Kazzak can easily defeat this "true god".

Well, even the Supreme Heaven Security Captain Kazak is getting better.

Look at this, it can even crush a true god. When are you going to challenge Sargeras?
"buzz"

As the eldest daughter fell, in a dazed state of being stripped away, she felt herself fall into a warm embrace. When she wearily opened her eyes, what came into view was Zera's sacred crystal body spinning before her eyes.

This is my "new colleague" greeting me.

"You must be very tired after traveling so far."

Zela said softly:
"Rest now, you are safe in the highest heavens, Your Excellency."

“But Diakum gave me a few minutes to rest, and then I started working.”

The eldest daughter is really a troublemaker.

As expected of a former dedicated worker, even though he's only been with the company for less than five minutes, he's already ready to start a new, grueling life.

"Don't worry about it, he was just joking with you. Our Lord of the High Heavens is a very humorous Lightwalker, provided that you can connect with him on the same wavelength."

Zera sighed and said:
"Your condition is terrible. You'll need at least several days of sleep to recover even a little bit of energy. During this time, I also need to gather the essence of the Holy Light core to rebuild your body."

"Don't worry about it, Zera."

Diakum's voice came from afar, as if speaking to the Mother of Light across an entire world:

"I will find Grace's new body for her. The most urgent task at present is to let her familiarize herself with the concept of the power of the Holy Light domain after she has rested."

She must regain her strength and ability to work as soon as possible. When the 'War of Light and Darkness' truly breaks out, our Lady Grace must at least recover to the strength of a 'lesser god'.

I am about to peel away those concepts that conflict with my power and morality in the final step of the ascension to godhood.

Currently, the power concepts that you two can choose from are the superior concept 'fire', the secondary concept 'repentance', and a series of secondary concepts derived from the superior concept 'light'.

These do not require you to undergo arduous cultivation; as long as you are willing to accept them, I can bestow them upon you when I am resurrected in the material world.

The vigilant paused and said:

“I’m not worried about Zera’s compatibility with the concept of Holy Light. She is a being of light. But Grace will have to brush up on the concept and path of Holy Light.”

Unlike death, where everything is governed by strict laws, the realm of holy light is both vibrant and idealistic.

This may take you some time, but I believe that the Firstborn have given you the most terrifying potential and wisdom in the cosmos, and if you are willing, you will progress rapidly on the path of the Holy Light.

“I don’t need this gift, Diakum.”

Zera replied softly:
"As a Naaru, I have my own path, which is related to the realm of light, prophecy, and faith. Your concept of power is not suitable for me, but it is very suitable for Lady Grace."

In the legends of the People of Light in some worlds, the warlike archangels are destined to wield the fires of Heaven, and every sinner who faces a seraphim experiences heartfelt repentance.

"You two."

The eldest daughter's consciousness was still in its infancy; at this moment, she floated in Zera's light as a spiritual entity, and said in a helpless tone:
“I haven’t even had a chance to breathe my first breath of ‘freedom’ before you’ve arranged everything for me. Although I don’t hate being assigned work, as Saint Diakum said, the past has shaped who I am now.”

Countless years of dedication to my duties have made me regard fulfilling my responsibilities as a source of spiritual satisfaction and enjoyment; in fact, I would feel extremely miserable if I were to have free time.

But before I truly embrace the Holy Light, I have one last question.

That was a question I didn't have a chance to ask before.

She looked up at the long river of light that stretched across the entire High Heaven, marveling at how the miracle of the Holy Light was in no way inferior to the destiny of the Shadow Kingdoms. What was even more miraculous was that this miracle was not formed under the interference of the Firstborn.

Perhaps the birth of the Holy Light was indeed the work of the Firstborn, but they clearly learned from their "lessons" in the Shadowlands and did not assign a "destiny" to the realm of the Holy Light.

This made the eldest daughter realize that she had truly escaped the "cage" that had once caused her immense disappointment and exhaustion.

She is truly free.

But as she said, she had one last question.

she says:

"Will the same tragedy happen in your highest heavens, Diakum? You know what I'm asking."

"will not!"

Diakum answered firmly:

"I cannot predict the future for you. I firmly believe that the future is an uncertain river, and that unknown is the most precious thing to pursue. I can only tell you that the highest heaven is a place where your efforts will be rewarded."

Ms. Grace, I assure you that the present and future here are uncertain, and there is no written plan for you to strictly follow.

I assure you that as you diligently perform every task here, the future of the High Heavens will change because of your actions.

I assure you that the future of the High Heaven will be shaped by you, by Zera, and by the Holy Spirits who will join us in the future.

You are not just a cog in the machine or a screw here; your presence here is more important than you think.

You will truly have your 'meaning'.

The eldest daughter nodded. She said:

"I'm fine now. I can probably start working right away, if you need me to do what I did in Bastion. Then with Lady Zera's help, I can immediately begin creating 'angels' for the Holy Light faction."

Do you have any comments on this?

"Have."

Diakum's tone noticeably brightened, and he said:

"Let the good become a seraphim carrying a lamp to heal wounds; let the brave become a victor wielding a sword to punish injustice; let the wise become a cherubim holding a scripture to proclaim virtue; let the benevolent become a power angel carrying a shield to protect the weak; let the righteous become a throne angel guarding the scales to execute judgment."

I have shaped my five companions into their prototypes. Please personally bestow your light upon them, and from this day forward, symbols of holy light will also be shaped in the highest heavens.

From then on, wherever those wings of light reached, it became a fertile ground for the propagation of holy light and righteousness.

Let them keep busy!
"Be busy with your will, bring the souls of saints and warriors into this land, so that the people of light need not fear walking in the darkness, for their long journey is protected by their faith."

After speaking, Diakum's voice faded away, clearly indicating that he was about to continue his journey in the Shadowlands, which was far from over. Meanwhile, in the High Heavens, where he had just received the "oracle," Zera and Grace were floating there, staring at each other.

Several seconds later, Grace coughed awkwardly and whispered:

Has he always been like this?

"Yes, it has always been like this."

The Mother of Light sighed and said:
"They set up one plan after another, but they like to delegate the execution to others, and you can't find anything wrong with them. Sigh, when I met those five archangels who were good for nothing but good at bragging, I knew that Diakum did not just create them into such divine and elegant beings on a whim."

His decision to make Bastion his first stop in the Shadowlands was clearly a carefully planned move.

He's had his eye on your Kyrian angels for a long time.

However, this is also good. When the angels in the light appear on the battlefield of the worlds, holding high their golden battle banners, their distinctive appearance can immediately boost morale.

So let's do as he says.

But before that, we need to create a 'sacred face' for you; we can't just let you drift around like this."

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"Oh dear, these professional tasks should be left to professionals. My eldest daughter has been sculpting Kyrian little blue men in Elysium for so long, she's really good at this. Just imagining the scene when the gates of the High Heaven open and countless angels fly out from them..."
After this, who will dare say that our Holy Light faction isn't fashionable?

Diakum nodded in satisfaction, then glanced back at Elysium Castle in the distance.

Those six Saints are probably reshaping the place and preparing for a "Fortress Ascension Reform Roadmap Conference" right now. Diakum released his eldest daughter, but the price was that her former duties fell on the Saints.

But this was neither difficult nor unfamiliar to them.

Given the eldest daughter's mental state, for many years, the daily management of the Ascension Fortress has actually been handled by these Saints.

What truly matters is that when DeVos expressed his desire for a "paradise for the good," the future of Bastion was already set. The next step was for the Saints to further define the needs and begin to reshape the order and rules here.

As Diakum once said, the High Heaven is destined to be open only to the good among the light, but there are many paths of power in the sea of ​​stars, and the good among the others also need a place to belong.

He cannot be so selfish as to direct all good souls toward the Holy Light; that would cause a major problem.

Although the Force Realms are adjacent, they are generally clearly distinct. If they try to interfere with others' affairs when the great cause of the High Heaven has just begun, they might cause a real embarrassment by having the other five Forces unite to attack the Holy Light.

This is a dynamically balanced system, and everything must be kept fair.

But in any case, Diakum has finally finished what he did at Bastion.

He wasn't wandering around this mountain valley of the Ascension Bastion for amusement; he was searching for the "door" hidden nearby—a secret door from another realm, one that the local Kyrian angels had been unaware of for countless years.

But Dick knew.

He not only knew that the door was nearby, but he even knew where the other end of the door led.

Thanks to his vast and sophisticated perception, coupled with the chaos within Bastion that rendered the Kyrians powerless to restrain Diakum's rampage, Diakum found the inconspicuous cave a dozen minutes later.

He entered the cave, his light dispelling the darkness. He then passed through the intricately woven stone walls of illusion, and in the cold, secret chamber stood a magnificent, blood-red magic mirror.

That was an extremely exaggerated mirror.

It was as large and luxurious as a dressing mirror used by giants, and decorated with bats, snakes, stone beasts and other "regional" decorations.

But the mirror was completely dark, with blood-red shadows flowing erratically within it as if they possessed their own life.

This is a mirror, yet it reflects nothing.

Its sole purpose is to allow those who find it to pass through it and travel to the world on the other side of the mirror.

Yes, this is a "portal".

Of course, teleportation is just the most basic of all the functions of this "Venture Mirror".

Diakum did not rashly step into the ancient, unactivated magic mirror. He cautiously reached out and touched the dark mirror surface in front of him. As he expected, the moment his fingers touched the mirror, the shadows flowing in it swirled into a dark vortex, and then quietly disappeared at a certain moment.

It turned into a real mirror, but Diakum, standing in front of it, couldn't see himself in the mirror.

Conversely, a Venthyr lord, clad in crimson ceremonial armor, possessing exquisite and ornate kingly horns, elven-like donkey ears, and flowing white hair, stood politely on the other side of the mirror.

This flamboyant fellow held a glass of deep red wine, slightly raising it towards Diakum, welcoming the "distinguished guest" with perfect hostliness.

"Nice to meet you, Vigilant. You may not know this, but I am your 'die-hard fan'."

The Emperor Denathrius in the mirror spoke in a humorous yet gentle tone, with a touch of exaggeration but undeniable enthusiasm:

"I've been wanting to invite you to my castle, but you've been too busy, and I didn't want to be an uncultured friend, so I kept putting it off until recently when I asked a reliable friend to act as an intermediary to invite you to our remote and impoverished village."

Look!
I have prepared the grandest welcome banquet in Revendres' history for you in my castle.

Once you cross this door, we can have a long talk by candlelight.

I really loved that kick you gave that ridiculous Eternal Arbiter when you entered the Shadowlands.”

Diakum shrugged at the extravagant invitation.

He stared into Thiasses the Great's crimson eyes and said:
"The eldest daughter is dead."

"Ok?"

"I killed him!"

"Um!?"

"You're next!"

"Um?!"

(End of this chapter)